I got a call Saturday night (the 4th) at 11:30pm: it was my mom. Apparently she didn't understand when I told her not to call late at night.
Me: "What's wrong?"
Mom: "Nothing, I just got back from the neighbors party! Can you believe I stayed so late?"
Me: "Mom, I told you not to call me so late. It scares me."
Mom: "You called me earlier. I was returning your call."
Me: "I called at 5pm. It wasn't an emergency. I didn't even leave a message. I appreciate you calling me back, but you could have waited till tomorrow"
Mom: "Oh, well I had so much fun at the neighbors and I wanted to tell you. We were out by their new fire pit. We had so much fun I lost track of time. Look how late it is!"
Maybe I should call her some morning at 5am when she is getting ready for work and see if she gets scared. I'm pretty sure I'll be struck down for trying to get back at my mother, though. And my mom isn't as spacey as I make her seem. She just has senior moments.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
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